OMF 1

The hired servants who had answered the intercom began to move about busily. The more than ten servants quickly tidied up their surroundings and returned to their positions without even making the sound of footsteps. Just from that sight alone, it was possible to tell how skilled they were. Seowoo, who had been watching the servants move in perfect unison with surprised eyes, quietly set down his spoon and stood up.

As he moved his steps toward the servants standing in a disciplined manner in front of the entrance door, he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. As expected, it was still not time for anyone to return home.

The owners of this enormous mansion were all busy people who only came back late at night, and right now it was an early afternoon when the sun had not even set yet. Seowoo, who had encountered the early return of some unknown person without any mental preparation, chewed on his lower lip. His startled heart had not calmed down. Seowoo pressed down hard on the hand he had placed on his chest and rolled his eyes.

The fact that they had encountered this early return without any prior notice was the same for both the servants and himself, but it was fascinating how they moved so mechanically as if they had been prepared for it. It would be nice if he could be as composed as they were…

“The second young master is arriving.”

The person who had opened the large door and entered announced it to the waiting servants. He was the butler who managed the major and minor affairs of the mansion. At the butler’s words, Seowoo shrank his already small body even more. The person the butler had mentioned was one of the most burdensome and difficult opponents for Seowoo. In fact, practically everyone existing in this mansion was a burdensome and difficult opponent for Seowoo, but still.

Before long, the person who made Seowoo tremble entered the entrance hall. Just his presence alone conveyed a sense of intimidation that seemed to fill the entire space. The servants simultaneously bent at the waist and greeted him silently.

It was Joo Taegang, the second son of the Juwon Group and Seowoo’s half-brother.

“W-Welcome back…”

Seowoo, who had been standing there hesitantly, finally approached with hesitation and managed to offer a greeting. It was a small voice that was almost inaudible, but it had required great courage just to say those words. Taegang, who had been indifferently passing by the servants who had bowed their heads toward him, stopped upon seeing Seowoo. As he looked down at Seowoo, who was twisting his innocent fingers while keeping his head bowed, Taegang suddenly furrowed his brow. The skin around the neatly trimmed nails at the tips of Seowoo’s thin, white fingers was all peeled off and ragged. It was because Seowoo had chewed on the tips of his fingers every time he got tense. A glint of contempt flashed in Taegang’s eyes as he looked down at those shabby hands.

Without hiding his displeased gaze, Taegang passed by Seowoo and strode forward with his long legs. Only after Taegang had turned his back did Seowoo lift his head, and as he watched his retreating figure, he chewed on his lower lip.

Seowoo, who had been forcing his feet to move as they refused to budge, stopped in front of the dining room. He could not tear his gaze away from the meager bowl placed on the wide table. He had not eaten anything since lunch the previous day. It was only upon reaching this late afternoon that he had stealthily come down and, while watching the servants warily, scooped some rice into his bowl. Even that had been interrupted right after he had just taken a single bite, because Taegang had arrived.

Seowoo placed his hand on his hungry stomach and fiddled with it, and soon a familiar resignation settled in his eyes. Hunger was something he was used to. Above all, he must not make Taegang wait. He had to finish preparing before Taegang came out of the shower. As soon as Seowoo took a step again, a servant cleared away the bowl that had been placed on the table.

It was a harsh touch, as if chasing away an unwelcome guest.

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Seowoo entered his room and hurriedly stripped off his clothes. His T-shirt, pants, and underwear formed a trail like stepping stones from the door to in front of the bathroom. He entered the shower stall, turned on the water, and lathered up. Worried that even the slightest smell might linger, he washed every nook and cranny meticulously. Taegang was particularly sensitive to cleanliness. All Seowoo could do was wash his body clean before surrendering himself to him. His mind grew increasingly urgent, and his hands moved even faster. He moved his hand between his lathered buttocks. The entrance was, as always, swollen plumply. When he gently inserted a finger, it was easily sucked in.

It seemed the hole that had been opened by the sex that morning had not yet fully closed. He worried that it might become permanently loose like this, but for now, he was relieved that he did not need to loosen it separately. Taegang disliked even waiting for the time to prepare himself for acceptance.

After washing his body thoroughly, Seowoo dried off the moisture. Heat rose to his always pale face, bringing a flush of life to it.

As Seowoo exited the bathroom and entered his room, he flinched in surprise and halted his movements. It was because Taegang was sitting on his bed. The moment he saw Taegang, Seowoo’s heart began to pound violently. It was an emotion close to terror, born of fear and anxiety. Taegang, who had been looking down at his phone, raised his head. As always, his two eyes were filled with displeasure.

“Ah, fuck. Hey. I told you not to walk around naked.”

“Ah…. S-Sorry… I didn’t know you were here, I’ll put something on right away…”

Although it was Taegang who had entered Seowoo’s room without a word, no one thought of it as a problem. Seowoo was simply flustered, hurriedly picking up his T-shirt to cover his pathetically skinny body in front of Taegang, who disliked seeing him naked. Taegang, watching such a Seowoo with his eyebrows deeply furrowed, let out a deep sigh.

The bony arm of Seowoo, who was pulling up his pants, was caught in a large hand. The pants, which he had not fully pulled up, tangled with his skinny legs, causing his thin body to stagger. Seowoo, being dragged along without any consideration for his situation, eventually slammed both knees onto the floor and fell.

“Ah…! Hnng….”

His knee hurt, and a groan escaped him involuntarily. It was only natural, since his emaciated, protruding knee bone had collided with the marble floor. As he caressed his painful knee with the hand that had not been grabbed, a sigh came from above his head.

“You’re such a hassle, really.”

At the voice that sounded annoyed, Seowoo snapped to attention and looked up in surprise. The gaze Taegang directed down at him was colder than ever. It seemed as if he pitied Seowoo for falling and hurting himself alone.

“I-I’m f-fine…. Sorry…”

Taegang already disliked holding him as it was. Dealing with Taegang always felt like walking on thin ice.

Seowoo did not know how long Taegang would endure putting up with holding a half-baked omega like himself, who was emaciated and utterly unappealing. If Taegang only decided to cast him out, Seowoo would be driven away without even being able to utter a single word.

“Eut….”

As he cautiously lifted his legs to stand, the pain spreading from his knee made him grit his teeth. It was a throbbing pain as if his bone were aching, but he could not show it. He could not let Taegang, unable to bear it, leave this room.

Seowoo had to receive the semen of the alphas in this mansion, including Taegang. He had to get pregnant as soon as possible and prove the value of his existence. If he failed, they would undoubtedly discard him mercilessly, like a household item that had served its purpose.

Taegang, who had been looking down at such a Seowoo with displeased eyes all along, tightened his grip on the bony arm he had seized and pulled him closer. As he was dragged with strong force, Seowoo put strength into his feet to avoid falling again. Seowoo, who had been precariously pulled along, was flung onto the bed. Pain still throbbed from his knees, which were pressed into the soft bedding. As Seowoo gritted his teeth to suppress his groan, soft bedding fell over his head. Before his eyes was only pitch-black darkness.

“Uh…!”

“Don’t make a sound.”

“…”

The hand that seized his pelvis roughly yanked down his underwear. The pants he had not managed to pull up when he fell were caught around his thighs. Taegang pulled down the underwear just enough to expose only his buttocks and rummaged between them with an inconsiderate touch. When embracing Seowoo, Taegang always made him lie face down and present only his buttocks. He said that looking at his emaciated, unappealing body made it impossible for him to feel any desire to enter him, so he made him wear clothes properly. Seowoo’s role was to endure the merciless penetration while presenting only his buttocks, which at least had some flesh, and suppress his screams.

“I told you to gain some weight.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry…”

Even the meal he had barely started to eat had been interrupted because of Taegang, but there was no way he could retort. Seowoo chewed on his lower lip as he stared into the familiar darkness. Soon, a familiar thickness was felt against his buttocks. Taegang began rubbing his cock, which was not yet fully erect, against Seowoo’s buttocks. Forcing his cock to harden was also a bothersome and irritating task.

Whether it was because he was a half-baked omega or because he was a half-baked bloodline, embracing Seowoo was always unappealing. As he rubbed the glans against the barely tolerable buttocks to grow his cock, Taegang’s gaze turned to the narrow hole. The hole, swollen red, was dry and unaroused.

“You’re such a hassle every time, fuck, not even like an omega.”

Taegang, scowling, spat saliva onto the dry hole. The saliva that wet the entrance of the hole trickled down along the white perineum. At the ticklish sensation, Seowoo twisted his buttocks.

Smack—

“Ah…! Eut….”

Taegang struck the wriggling buttocks and seized Seowoo’s pelvis. The white buttocks, now marked with red handprints, finally looked somewhat tolerable.

“Stay still.”

When he rubbed the tip of his glans against the entrance wet with saliva, a squelching sound arose. Because he was a half-baked omega, Seowoo’s hole did not get wet easily, so preparation was necessary to push his own cock into it. The other brothers diligently used it in rotation, so there was no need to bother loosening the narrow interior, but the dry hole had to be moistened. Taegang sighed at the reality of having to endure that annoyance to embrace Seowoo, and he pushed his cock between the gaping hole.

“Hn, nnng…!”

The shock of the hole being pierced in one go made it hard for Seowoo to breathe for a while. Taegang’s cock was always overwhelming. When the cock as thick as his own forearm thrust in mercilessly, it felt like being beaten in the stomach with a club. With the cock filling his insides completely, he could not even breathe properly. When he finally managed to exhale, a terror that the hole might tear from the immense girth surged over him. Taegang focused solely on thrusting his cock in mercilessly, without considering his own size at all.

“It’s all stretched out and loose, fuck…”

Contrary to his words about it being stretched, Seowoo’s hole clenched around his cock each time as if it would sever it. It should have loosened after taking a cock of this size, yet it was narrow every time, as if being pierced for the first time. No matter when he thrust into it, Seowoo’s hole, which felt brand new, clung to the shaft as if it would devour it. Nevertheless, every time Taegang inserted himself into Seowoo’s hole, he scolded it for being loose. It was because he wanted to humiliate this worthless half-baked one.

“Hn, hnng…!”

“I told you not to make a sound.”

“…”

“Who would’ve thought, the beta bitch’s kid. Just like cheap trash.”

Seowoo, who was being mercilessly pierced from below while the blanket enveloped his head, moved his hand to cover his own mouth. In the pitch-black darkness as if his eyes were closed, he suppressed his groans by covering his mouth. Because the cold wind was still blowing, he was covered with a thick winter blanket. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and moisture built up inside the blanket. Breathing became difficult, and his respiration grew rough. He wanted to throw off the blanket right away from the suffocating feeling, but if he did, Taegang would undoubtedly dislike it. He could not let him lose interest and leave him alone. Seowoo endured the pain until Taegang ejaculated his semen. It was something he was used to anyway.

“Even this is called an omega, fuck. Ha…. Half-baked bastard.”

Taegang continued his merciless hip thrusts. Every time the cock, with veins bulging ferociously, burrowed in, the inner walls burned hotly. The natural lubrication fluid that flowed out physiologically was not sufficient to soothe this pain.

As Taegang said, Seowoo himself was a half-baked omega.

Taegang thrust mercilessly into the hole of Seowoo, who had buried his head in the blanket and presented only his buttocks. There was no foreplay or anything to heighten Seowoo’s pleasure. Seowoo’s very existence was for that purpose. To simply hold the semen well in this narrow hole and impregnate the alpha. He was a being born base. To the extent that even sharing half a bloodline felt insulting.

The alphas, who had formed power in every sector of society with their vastly superior abilities, chose incest as a means to solidify that power even further. The alphas shared omegas within the family to prevent the family bloodline from leaking out, continuing reproduction solely through pure bloodlines and prospering the family.

Incest, which was not tolerated in beta society, was a means for reproduction and prosperity among those with traits. The alphas’ superior genes had evolved so as not to worry about genetic diseases in children born from incest. As time passed, even the betas who viewed incest as a sin came to regard the trait-bearers’ custom of incest as natural.

Like other alpha families, the owner family of the Juwon Group was also obsessed with pure bloodlines. Taegang had two alpha fathers and one omega father, and they had borne four alpha sons.

The lower ratio of omegas compared to alphas was a characteristic of those with traits, and typically about one omega was born per generation. It was common for that omega to be shared among alpha brothers to continue the bloodline, but unfortunately, Taegang’s omega father had not been able to bear an omega. Because of that, they had brought into the family this half-baked omega of unknown origin as a half-baked brother, so it was hard to say whether it was fortunate or unfortunate.

His parents and other brothers seemed to think it was fortunate that there was at least Seowoo, but Taegang had disliked Seowoo’s existence from the very beginning.

“Hn, hnng…!”

A stifled groan from Seowoo came from under the blanket. Taegang unknowingly halted his intensified hip thrusts. The cock filling the narrow hole had erected to its limit. Transparent lubrication fluid leaked out between the entrance of the hole, stretched taut as if it would tear. The dry hole was finally leaking lubrication fluid.

Smack—

“Haah…!”

“Cheap bastard who can’t even do its job.”

“…Hng!”

“I told you not to make vulgar noises.”

Taegang thrust roughly again, burrowing into the hole. The soft and chewy inner walls enveloped the thick pillar. When he pulled his hips back to withdraw the cock, the hole narrowed tightly as if refusing to let it go. The shaft was now drenched slick with the lubrication fluid that had finally begun to flow. When he released the hand that had been gripping the narrow pelvis harshly, red handprints remained intact on the white skin.